Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1887-05-14

spssas. becs visA . esy thas ssat 2 shr!l,
IN every fsseurA I droprsd the hand was
holding, but 1 Was some minutes before he
could recover himself enough 70 speak:
essn. AZ 1 took his hand. he said, and he
f0lt ID icy pressure my fAce suddenly b. l
came the iacs Of deed man. Ny eyes 6tared
gls:sily and my skin Looked loot oloodlss and
al could have sworn death hsd suddenly
Oh, ca my. my oSy q you cannot imss'ns the shock
"Ah, yea know IL nov, that same vision
will haunt every one whom ! touch. The
time must come when men viii flse from me
- they would from plague Amer all there
II! ls nos this Gods recompense ~
"Octo0er 6th.-I am going East There 10 |
. suspicion here that there V . mystery
should discover my secret and make It public |
think would kill him." /
"NEw YORK, November ll,h.-l met
man at Berryvtlle yesterday named Holt
He II ON the Trtbane. Had to sleep with
him because hotel was crowded. During the
night my hand Tell upon him and awoke him,
and the usual result followed. turned It OIL
In the morning by telling him he he'd been
. dream and had gus.ed the truth, God
knows what would have douA"
"Decemoer 26,h-Just year hss passed
since was stricken with this living death.
is coming. o God is this justT reported .
Christmas sermon yesterday, the burden OF
| which was that there is forgiveness for oil
| who eek It Christ was born to save the
Is part Of my punishment Is 1t that have
committed the objectionable sin? Inc
thought drives me mad. VIII relief never
"January lst, lssl.-I have been making
New Years calls with my arm In sling. !
was compelled to resort to that - means OF
avoiding shaking hands with my right hand
Cartwright OF the Post, who is Literary snsE
and somewhat of Q society man, wanted me
| to join him in his New Years calling, snd
to oblige him and tor the sake of diversion,
did 30, Perhaps 1t is the most unfortunate
| step have ever taken. At one house met
. most charming little woman, ss pretty - .
| picture and ~ gentle - . tame dove. Mar
gsret Willoughby she is called. We had the
pessantest Of pleasant chats, and when ! lett
her she invited me to call again. Shall go
My reason bids me not TO my heart tells me
| cannot keep away"
january Ill have seen Miss willough.
by again. l met her at the theatre, and she
asked me why l had not called. l must 60
| SLrely there can be no harm In admirinR
company"
more charming l have begun to write ro'
| nance in " hich she will be the heroine and
man afflicted - am the hero. II VIII oe 2
} strange story, surely. When 1t is finished
3 Indeed, am sure of 1t. My romance shall
| be my proposal II she 10 willing TO accept
: me, knowing whs. l am, shall oe happy:
. Can it be possible great JOY awaits me' l
"Aprii - The romance 10 written. Not
3 an hour ago l put the word 'Finis' on the
D | last page Tomorrow l will read 1t to her.
. oh, Margaret my beloved, you will not fail
1 Nft
t "April 25th.-Hard work at the office pre-.
! | vented my seeing Margaret until this after.
> noon, when / read the romance 70 close
When looked at her there were tears In her
| eyes.
: '"sI do not wonder she loved him. she
said, he had suffered 90 much, and he loved
her % fondly.'
"And would you love me 30 II had snf.
fered 50 much and loved you 30 fondly ~
| asked.
: "Is it to be wondered at that an happy ?
. Have not held her TO my breastr Have l
l not kissed her lips? Has she not told me
!, | that she IL mine iorever-that nothing under
. heaven can part us? l will strap that dead
arm to my side and forget tina. 1t exists
8 have been prscticing with it Of late, and shsl
T, soon be able to do without my right arm vel
8. "May lO.h.-The darkness Of midnight hs
h h dashed % from the lip. thu. had but touched il
II | contentA Gods wrath il greater than
v dreamed !; his punishment more than Cal
DAr. Oh, heaven, that l should have Y
II | bear this! My brain IL atisme. Ny con
,f science is prodding me with sharp sticks
fe | Death, no matter what 1t brings cannot b'
d | worse than this living hell To find hsppi
II | ness but to lose it Is the: worst torment
d | How 1t came about ! know not! was y
\ | sure that hand of mine would never touct
1 | her, snd yet O, God, it was thy vengeance
l | that directed tits icy clasp, against my
d | will, fell upon the soft whiteness OF he
II | rounded arm. She shrank from me, gazeC
l. at me for . second and then fell back with I
,. piercing cry-a cry such as l never heard be
;. | fore, and such ~ pray heaven never TO heal
:, | again . cry In which all the awful horror o
v | the sight before her seemed TO echo and 70
9 | echo q cry that tore my heart tO.shreds and
. | filled me with the very agony OF despair
1 When she recovered from her faint, bel
/ | reason had lied. She WAS raving mad. Tt
| | touch her sent her into . paroxJ Sun OF fear
' | The mere sight of me-who loved her sC
I | much, who would have given my life for heI
' | hundred times over, who would have gone
\ | through fire and food rather than the leas
g | harm should come to her-wss the signal fol
> | shrieks of the widest alarm. ! cannot write
u | more. The thought OF II 10 maddening, tht
9 | writing of 1t torture. From that hour to thii
10 | those shrieks have rung In my ears, that iool
OF fear has been before my eyes. Remors
n | has filled my soul sleep bas fl cd from me
- | Another day OF this and ] should be - mac
- as she. l feel it. l know It Death alone csI
=, | prevent it"-CHprtes s.. Stokes in Courier
Journal.